It was a cold November evening, snow falling and grazing the ground as the black Charger drove down the road. The sound of the engine roaring; the driver, a man named Shining Armor, was heading off. Were to, well, for Shining Armor, it was the first date he's had in the last five years. He grunted, adjusting his collar, He wasn't used to wearing the button-up flannel shirt, but he wanted to look his best.

"Just relax, Shining Armor; just because you haven't been out on a date doesn't mean you need to overthink it." He grunted while looking at the rearview mirror. His black hair is sticking up slightly; even with the haircut, he still looks like he just got out of bed. Though admittedly, he still looked better than the rat nest he had before. He took a second to check his breath.

"Could use a few tic tacs." He muttered, reaching over his center compartment. While looking over it. His mind raced as he took another turn going down the dirt road. "Frick-en GPS," Shining Armor grumbled while looking at the device, it said he was on the right path, but passing by the cornfield, he felt like he was going to end up dealing with he who walks behind the Row. He shook his head.

"Come on, don't chicken out. You're at least going out to meet a girl, and you haven't done something like this since Tamera." He rubbed his eyes, damning those contacts, wishing he just came in wearing his glasses, but tonight, he wanted to impress Rarity.

A cute girl who liked country music and long walks in the fields, Rarity Belle, the girl's tinder profile read, was five-foot-six, with purple hair, with bright blue eyes. Nothing seemed off about her too much. Heck, he was most shocked that she swiped right on him.

Shining Armor was happy that she was even willing to go on a date with him to the movies, So Shining Armor imagined how it would go. They probably grab some drinks get something to eat, and go out for the film, and whatever happens after that, well, that was all for fate to decide.

Take the next left, and you will have arrived at your destination, the synthetic voice spoke as Shining Armor realized it; he quickly turned the wheel and found himself going up the dirt driveway.

"I'm here; well, better let her know." He quickly grabbed his phone, dialing her number, his fingers rapidly typing 937-555-0669. The phone's Bluetooth connection to his car as he listened to the ringing—long pauses as he waited there. The phone rang once. Then a second time.

Then the third time, that was when Rarity answered, her voice quickly spoke,

"Hey there, Shining Armory." The sugary sound of her voice as she spoke to him, his heart raced fast, as he answered without hesitation,

"Hey Rarity, I just got over to your place; I just noticed the lights weren't on; you ok in there?" He prayed to God. Rarity hadn't somehow forgotten their date.

"No, I haven't. I'm just finishing getting dressed; come on up to the door; I left it unlocked just for you. No worries, Shining Armory." She let out a long draw on Shining Armor as he gulped more, unable to believe his luck that the girl was this into him. Shining Armor popped right out of the car, his hand slamming it behind him as he looked around.

The sound of crickets chirping away as he stood there looking towards the house. The first thing he found about the place was that it looked close to falling apart.

“What the?” He muttered, getting a better look at it. The place was more like a dilapidated shed over a house. Maybe at the most, a hunting lodge. Shining Armor wasn’t sure what to make of the home. The only thing he knew was the place was not home.

“Fuck, You’ve got to be shitting me.” He felt angry at himself for even falling for this, “No, Maybe I just put in the wrong address.” He reached over, pulled out her number quickly called her. Rarity promptly answered him, not even a moment's hesitation as he looked around, finding the place beginning to get quiet.

“Hey there, Shining Armory, is something wrong?” Rarity said, speaking with that hushed tone as if she was ready for more,

“Hey, I think I got the wrong address; you said you lived at 756 Morn star road, right?” He asked, more curious than ever as he looked around. The way the corn swayed across the road was setting off red flags for him.

“No, that’s the right spot; I see you outside my window; just wait for me there, Shining Armory,” Rarity said, her voice sounding a little off as he listened into it as if she was growing impatient.

“You know Rarity, maybe I should get going, I mean, It’s getting late, and I’m sure we’re just going to miss the movie and all that so—” Before Shining Armor could finish his sentence, he suddenly found himself emersed in pure Darkness. His head twisted and turned, trying to scream, yet all that came out was a muffled yell.

“Come on, get him inside.” One of the voices called out. Shining Armor tried breaking free and doing something as he struggled. However, one had begun binding his hands down behind his back. Another one grabbed his legs; whoever they were was strong as they gripped him tightly.

“Heavy fucker, Can’t wait till we get rid of him and get our wish Right Fine Line!” A man who a gruff voice spoke out his chuckle, bringing no comfort to Shining Armor as he said,

“Get rid of. What do you mean by that?” Though his captives could barely hear him as he tried breaking free. Feeling his hands digging into the ropes, he panicked, scared about what had happened. He wanted to scream for help. But at this point, it was no use. So far as Shining Armor knew, he was just fucked over six ways to Sunday. Shining Armor felt dragged away. He could hear a door closing behind him. Pushing him down, Shining Armor felt his back pushing into the wall—a hard nail going into his back. He tried moving around, getting more comfortable, but one of the strangers pushed him back into place, forcing that Nail to press harder against him.

“What the hell? What do you want.” He grunted out though still none of them could hear him as they chuckled,

“Are we nearly ready, Fine Line?”

“Not yet; just have to get a few things down, and soon we’ll be ready.” That voice, he recognized it, more it was Rarity,

“Rarity? Rarity, what the hell are you doing?”

“Will someone take off the bag? I’m not in the mood to hear his muffling.” Rarity, or Fine Line, whatever her name was, spoke out, clearly annoyed, as Shining Armor could feel the sack being ripped off his head.

The room was dark, only lit with candles spread across the room; the most he could see was the brick walls and dirt floors. Three people were standing around. One of them was a bold man wearing heavy-framed glasses, a consistent pissed-off look on his face as he pushed his glasses up, wearing all black and a pair of leather gloves.

The other man, off to the side, was a leaner, button-up shirt who popped his neck. The smallest of the group as he looked over at Shining Armor, giving him a wave. Shining Armor looked at him, confused. What was he supposed to do, wave back? He just looked back over.

“So Fine Line, this is the guy, huh? He doesn’t seem much.” The smallest said, his voice sounding more like a whiner as he shook his head. Shining Armor couldn’t help thinking the guy looked like he wasn’t even seventy pounds when wet.

“Son just got to get everything set up. It’s our only chance even to get this done right. I’m not letting you idiots screw this up for me.”

Shining Armor looked over to the woman's voice, and there he saw her, Fine Line, at least who the others saw; now Fine Line looked somewhat like Rarity's picture. That's if you ran Fine Line’s picture through a whole bunch of filters and hinted with photoshop to make her smaller, more petite, cause she was a very hefty woman, as she is wide. Not someone Shining Armor might have looked at twice on the streets. She stood there wearing a black robe that reminded him of a moo moo as she lit a few more candles.

“Oh, Shining Armory, it’s so nice to meet you.” She spoke with a broad smile, and It was there. Shining Armor cringed, somehow looking like her; Shining Armor admitted it wasn’t as lovely as before, selfish, sure. Maybe he was a little judgmental, but given the situation, he was right; he felt he had some right to judge her just a little bit.

“Well, nice to meet you, Rarity, or Fine Line, whatever your name is. Would you mind letting me go? I won’t call the cops on you guys.” He wished he had his phone, but Shining Armor had dropped it when they kidnapped him, so it was most likely lying around his car.

Fine Line cupped her fingers together like she was carefully thinking about what she would do. As she popped her mouth and said,

“Yeah, no, not going to happen; we’ve been waiting for this long. Not every day we get a full-blood moon, and this is our shot.” She reached over, beginning to move the candles around, pushing them into a symbol one Shining Armor didn’t recognize as he looked at it for a minute,

“Your shot for what, kidnapping and catfishing some guy? Like seriously, not cool there.”

“Well, It was easier for me to get you over here by pretending to be some beach blond bimbo,” Fine Line said, the sneer in her voice as she looked at him,

“Fair enough, though. I figured you’d want your next meal or something; instead of kidnapping, I thought fat people were meant to be jolly?” Shining Armor felt the urge to go right under the belt for this one. Fine Line looked at him, just staring daggers into his eyes for this response as she responded,

“You know, you were only chosen from random chance, but after this, I will enjoy sacrificing you to Tirek.” Shining Armor shook his head while he looked back,

“You’re going to sacrifice me to Tirek; it’s not the best date I’ve gone, for so not my top ten.”

“Please, like someone like you had managed to get a date, and by the way, you are so not six-foot-one.”

“At least I didn’t photoshop my picture, and by the way, I’m five-eleven. So I’m close.” Shining Armor grunted; he wasn’t sure if he was more angry or scared of being in such a situation but by golly, was he going not just lay around and let them do whatever they were planning?

“Ok, guys, we’re going to start this a little early; bring in the virgin!”

“Hey, I am not a virgin!” Shining Armor said clearly while the others looked at him; they shrugged as they reached over, pulling him from the wall and dragging him around in the middle of the wall; Shining Armor tried wiggling around, making it more complex than them. The big guy growled,

“Hey, quit squirming; we’ll make it much rougher for you.”

“Oh, come on, little john, what is it you want so much that you are willing to sacrifice me.”

“Names, Jack, and We’re sacrificing you to Tirek, the light bringer, the great destroyer, and if we do, we will be given our greatest desires what we want. That’s where you will be used for.”

“Sacrificing me for Jack shit, now how about you let me go.” Shining Armor rolled his eyes, clearly not in a good mood about it, so what do you three want anyway? I mean, if you're going to be murdering me, might as well tell me what I’m dying for.”

The three of them looked at him, blinking for a good minute; honestly, they seemed more surprised by his reaction, while the smaller one on the side looked back to the other two, quickly saying,

“You know I was expecting him to be more screaming or begging for mercy?” Jack nodded in agreement while seeming more confused.

“Well, not much to do for begging for my life; I’m kind of pissed I somehow ended up in the situation; heck, most likely, I’m in shock,” Shining Armor muttered, clearly annoyed by the matter though Fine Line moved in spreading her hands,

“Enough, whatever it is we want, it doesn't matter; what matters is that we just get this ritual finished, and we summon Tirek so that we can get what we want, alright!” She hesitated for a minute. As she looked at him

“Mac, cover his mouth. I don’t want the meal to interrupt the ceremony, got it.” She looked at Shining Armor with that hideous smile as it was clear she was missing her front tooth. Mac raised a hand and said,

“With what? I mean, what can we do it with.”

“Mac, did you forget the duck tape?” Fine Line said, finding herself annoyed with the two as if she wished she’d done it herself instead of relying on these two.

“Now 'cause Jack there forgets shit!” Though quickly, Shining Armor found his mouth covered with the rag as his voice muffled. Fine Line sighed in relief,

“Thank Tirek's tit, and we shut him up.” She turned, watching the other two pulling them back, watching them closely to ensure they didn’t screw this up.

“Alright, just spread his arms and legs back, like the Leonardo de Vinci man.” The two nodded, Jack, giving Fine Line a thumbs up. Who Nodded with much chagrin. The stale expression didn’t give much as she jiggled over to the center of the room.

“Tonight, on this dark hour. We lay this soul out for the dark one, the one who was once the Lightbringer, now the dark ruler of our world. We follow your will and bring forth a virgin! So that way may present him forth and damn him so that we may have our wishes come true.”

Fine Line stood loudly, her hand raising in the air as she held the twisted dragger in her left hand. She circled as her two goons were chanting in what might have been Latin, but the way they mumbled it, Shining Armor wasn’t sure. In truth, Shining Armor might have imagined it was not very comfortable. He lay there for a good minute listening to the chanting continued.

Their unison continued getting louder as they spoke the Latin words; he looked around, trying to break free, but one thing was for sure Jack might have known shit; he also learned how to tie a knot cause he was stuck there. It was then he started seeing it. Sparks behind Fine Line, the way it began moving into a circle.

Fine Line began calling out,

“We call upon Tirek, we renounce The name of God and his teaching, grant us our desire, we give you this mortal soul, and so that we may appease you, the great ruler of the inferno, on this night of the blood moon!” The passion in Fine Line’s voice as she raised her hand. Her body jiggled around like a bowl full of Jelly, and Shining Armor wanted to gag watching it and wondering how such a person tricked him. Till remember, it was because of Photoshop. However, the sparks behind her began getting wider, opening up as he could see within them. Inside was Darkness, not the kind they were surrounded in.

He somehow felt the seriousness of the situation. This Darkness was wrong, like a near-endless abyss where no light could enter. It stood out like nothing before. This scared Shining Armor more than anything. He let out a muffled scream, his mouth still gagged as he tried to break free; his deep primal instincts made him want to run from the sight of this portal.

The clowns had done nothing, but somehow the deep abyss within that portal made him take it seriously, his heart pounding, racing like a train driving through as he watched in utmost horror. He wasn’t even sure what was within that thing, but whatever it was. He didn’t trust it.

“Fine Line, it's opening; it's working!” The smaller one, Mac, spoke while jumping up and down in excitement, while Fine Line smiled,

“The book says we have to ask for what we desire, then make the sacrifice, now ask! We don’t have much time!”

Jack knows shit, raised his head, and called out,

“I want a promotion; I’m sick of being stuck at the bottom; I want to rise on the corporate ladder and run the company! Sick of them bastards looking over me, picking some ass kisser,” Jack know shit spoke more angrily, His hands balling into fists as he looked annoyed, as Shining Armor felt a little bad for the guy, though, and shook his head off at that.

Little Mac was next, popping right in as he called out,

“I want to be big; I’m sick of being the small guy; I want to grow muscles so no one can fuck with me!” Little Mac began to strike an entire post, trying to look masculine, but Shining Armor rolled his eyes in annoyance. It seemed utterly predictable. Yet Shining Armor’s eyes shot over to Fine Line, the group's apparent ringleader, and this made him wonder: What does she want? I mean, she kidnapped me? What does she want so badly that she’s willing to kill?

Fine Line looked towards the abyss, the wicked grin plastered over her face as she raised her hands, asking the circle into the black abyss; no, it sounded like a demand, something she felt she was entitled to.

“I want you to make me beautiful, and I want you to make me the most desirable woman around the world, So I might be able to find my knight in shining Armor.” She hugged herself, the dagger pressing against her as she looked back at Shining Armor,

“Now, it’s time for the Virgin sacrifice; now, great beast, great Tirek, we present a virgin! One that you may have for this fine hour to feast on the soul with Judas and Brutus!” She started climbing onto Shining Armor, who let out a groan; if Shining Armor could, he’d have pushed her off him cause this woman was crushing the very life out of him. Fine Line didn’t need the dagger, and she could have crushed him.

There was a long pause as they heard something coming from the abyss. The prolonged laughter continued while Fine Line looked over,

“Great lord of Darkness. Is that you? Are you preparing to hand us what we desire?” Fine Line spoke loudly, her hand fumbling with the dagger like she was close to dropping the damn thing as she watched over, mesmerized. However, the laughter only got louder, like whoever was on the other side was amused by the situation.

“Tirek?” Fine Line spoke more shocked, while she looked at the portal, and for a brief moment, she saw what looked like a pair of hands grabbing the edge of the portal. Shining Armor wasn’t sure what he saw as he lost his cool. His body was shaking, trying to break free; unlike these three, his desire to live seemed to be in complete control as he kicked around; even Fine Line was caught off guard as she found herself falling off Shining Armor.

“No, not Tirek; I’m afraid you messed up by not sacrificing a virgin.” Slowly something began pulling out of the dark void, and Shining Armor wasn’t sure what he was saying. His mind seemed fuzzy like he couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“But we picked a virgin, and he’s a man who had never been a part of the craft; how can he not be a virgin?” This only made whatever this creature was laugh.

“Foolish mortal, one has touched magic though never knew about it; he is not a virgin by that stance at all, but also the definition of your language version of a virgin one who has laid with another. He’s not even a virgin by that counts either.” Fine Line's eyes widened as she looked back down at Shining Armor, who, if he wasn’t pissing himself in fright trying to escape and get away from whatever was coming out of the portal, might have had a smug grin on his face.

“But, you, my dear, are a virgin. You have also made a mistake by summoning me. Now it's time for the three of you to pay the piper.” The growl grew louder while Shining Armor screamed in shock. He didn’t know what was happening as he passed out from fright.

-000-

Shining Armor grunted, his head pounding as he woke up outside his car. The crack of dawn, The sun pouring over the cornfield as he let out a long groan,

“What happened?” He mumbled under his breath, trying to think about what had happened, his knee was killing him, and his shoulder wasn’t helping him as he pulled himself up. He looked down, seeing his phone on the ground, a crack in the corner as he let out a long sigh.

“Was it a dream or… You know what, never mind, I’m just going home; I got work in a few hours.” Shining Armor took a moment looking back, seeing the shed that he thought was Rarity's house, just utterly destroyed like it collapsed in on itself, as he wondered what had happened to it. Everything seemed so fuzzy as he shook his head.

“I don’t even think I want to remember what happened last night.” He bounced into his car, a hard grunt as he began driving off, hoping to forget about this weird night. Little did he know this was only the beginning.

Shining Armor drove home, a nearly half-hour drive. He yawned; the sun hit his eyes as it raised slowly; Shining Armor let out a long yawn while looking at his phone, a slight grunt while thinking about needing to replace it, and shook his head,

“Probably going to need to save up for that, at least for now.” He hated the thought but knew it would seriously screw him and his budget. Looking back, he might have spent a good bit of cash on Rarity or Fine Line, “I am such an idiot.”

Shining Armor would turn the radio on, playing country music, as he heard the song Brenda put your Bra on; the song caused him to smile as he headed back home.

-000-

Finally making it home, Shining Armor let out a sigh heading inside; he didn’t bother locking his car up as he moved inside; he sighed, seeing the empty place.

“Well, at least I don’t have to worry about anyone bugging me.”

Shining Armor headed to his room, imagining he might be able to get a couple hours of sleep, while he let out a loud yawn. The kind that was infectious to others that might have heard it. Shining Armor shut the door behind him, as he shook his head,

“Well at least tonights over with.” He started pulling his shirt off when he heard a feminine voice speak out.

“Don’t get too comfortable there big boy, we’ve got some bussiness to discuss.”

Author's Note

Alright guy's well you read the pilot for what I hope well be the third Monsterotica book series, let me know what you think and those wondering who will be in the Demon Harem well here's a list of girls in mind
1: Daybreaker The Fire Demon Aka mommy milkers
2:Cadence the Otaku Demon
3:Twilight: The star/Book Demon
4: Applejack: The Headless Demon
5: Eris, the Balance Demon
6: Chrysalis the Bug Demon
This is what I have in mind though as I work on the book there is somewhat a chance the girls might actually change and what kind of demons they are so as I said this is very much a pilot so nothing is in stone.